"The Yellow Turbans revolted, defeated the way of heaven, and killed the unjust." Zhang Jiao's face was extremely cold, and he pointed at the sky, and the endless earth trembled. From the depths of the earth, one after another Yellow Turban warriors got up, covered in blood, and began to revive.
These are not the army of one million Yellow Turban warriors back then, but the remains of them after their death.
And with a thought, Zhang Jiao sacrificed them all!
Chen Fan was horrified, and he quickly retreated together with Zhang Buxuan and others. In this world of heaven and humans where real people were fighting, these people no longer even dared to get close. Just one ripple was enough to destroy a three-flowered statue.
, the great masters of the ten ancient lands, all with pale faces, stood in the distance and watched from afar.
Is it really a good thing to drive away tigers and swallow wolves?
On the boundless earth, yellow scarf warriors climbed up from the ground one by one. The terrifying aura exuded from the remains of each yellow scarf warrior reached about the level of the Three Flowers Gathering!
Chen Fan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face was full of horror. Isn't this too scary?
Looking around, it's endless. How many people are there?
"If these were all Yellow Turban warriors, then how did these Yellow Turban warriors die?"
Chen Fan's heart was filled with shock. His mouth felt dry and he swallowed dryly.
Defeat the Dao of Heaven and kill the Dao?
Chen Fan finally understood how powerful the destructive power of Zhang Jiao was. One Zhang Jiao, carrying the remains of a million Yellow Turban warriors, was enough to overthrow the Northern Tribulation Star wherever it went!
Chen Fan and Zhang Buxuan looked at each other, and their eyes were extremely wary of each other. Chen Fan couldn't help but slowly clench his fingers.
The matter has come to this, and no one can control the outcome.
Hei Wuchang had a solemn look on his face, and he grabbed the void with his hand. With just one grab, the entire void let out a wail, and the light in the sky dimmed, turning into a pitch-black long sword.
Above, lightning and thunder flashed, and a palace appeared vaguely, full of blood and killing energy.
"cut!"
Hei Wuchang pointed his finger, and the entire long sword struck at the crowd of yellow scarf warriors below.
"Peace Road."
Zhang Jiao only said this, drawing a nine-section staff in front of him and drawing a talisman in the void.
"What a powerful Origin Pattern Talisman Technique." Chen Fan was shocked. He had once stepped into the realm of real people, and at the same time, he was also a master of the Origin Pattern realm. Chen Fan certainly understood how terrifying this realm was.
The ability to move his hands and feet is already top-notch. In the void, the air flow is reversed.
The black space in the void fell down and landed on the Taipingdao talisman. With a bang, the weaving laws bombarded together, and a void turbulence broke out in an instant.
"rise."
After waving his palm like this, the yellow turban warriors all over the ground flew into the sky, so densely packed that it made people's scalp numb.
This is no less than tens of thousands of masters at the top level of the Three Flowers gathering together to attack Hei Wuchang at the same time. Even if Hei Wuchang is stronger, it will be difficult to attack so many opponents at the same time.
The power of the yellow scarf warrior finally gave Hei Wuchang a dignified look on his face.
Hei Wuchang shouted loudly, shook out a stream of black smoke from the mourning stick, and quickly retreated towards the back.
Nowadays, the number of Yellow Turban warriors is too huge. Within a radius of dozens of miles, there are Yellow Turban warriors released by Zhang Jiao to block Hei Wuchang's retreat.
Once they encountered Hei Wuchang, these yellow scarf warriors seemed to be desperate for their lives and pounced on Hei Wuchang crazily.
Hei Wuchang could only wave the mourning stick, and the ghosts he summoned were not weak in strength, but they were vastly different in number compared to Zhang Jiao.
Only then did Chen Fan realize that no wonder Zhang Jiao had been emphasizing just now that he wanted Chen Fan to see for himself his understanding of the way of heaven and the methods he had at his disposal.
With this almost endless fighting method, even if you encounter a group attack, there are enough opportunities to deal with it.
But when he thought about these Yellow Turban warriors, who were condensed using the blood essence of countless people, Chen Fan became even more worried.
His eyes were on the two of them, and finally fell on Hei Wuchang.
The battle between Hei Wuchang and Zhang Jiao was shocking. At the beginning, both sides were cautious, but later on, their attacks became more aggressive.
Hundreds of yellow scarf warriors are majestic, but when faced with such a large number of yellow scarf warriors, those dozen fierce ghosts cannot compete with hundreds of yellow scarf warriors at the same time, even if they are powerful enough individually.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Hei Wuchang's advantage suddenly changed and he was quickly defeated.
Hei Wuchang's eyes widened, with strong unwillingness and indignation in his eyes. He suddenly waved the mourning stick in his hand and charged towards the swarming yellow scarf warriors.
Facing Hei Wuchang's successful raid, Zhang Jiao remained calm and waved his nine-section staff, and a wave of blood energy swept over him again. The yellow scarf warriors who were originally defeated by Hei Wuchang, after being contaminated by the flowers of blood energy, returned to their original state and continued to fight.
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Every time Hei Wuchang launched a counterattack, destroying countless yellow scarf warriors and trying to rush to Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue would draw out his blood again and restore the destroyed yellow scarf warriors.
After going back and forth several times, Hei Wuchang's state became obviously much more exhausted.
At this time, Chen Fan, who was watching from a distance, was increasingly worried. The situation in the confrontation was already very obvious. As long as Zhang Jiao was given a little more time, Hei Wuchang could definitely be killed.
boom!
Suddenly there was a loud noise.
Hei Wuchang's body was knocked away by a blow and crashed into the mountain in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jiao flew towards Hei Wuchang who crashed into the mountain.
"Are you convinced?" Zhang Jiao said coldly.
"You..." Hei Wuchang's face looked uglier than ever before, and he said in a low voice, "What level have you reached? I have reached the peak of the Mysterious Realm!"
The four realms of the real person, the mysterious cave, the destiny, the manifest sage, and the perfect person.
"Me?" Zhang Jiao said lightly, "In my peak period, I should have reached the perfection level. I once had a glimpse of the threshold of Feixianxian, but now, my cultivation has dropped several levels in a row, and I have also fallen to the peak of Dongxuan.
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"But it's enough to kill you."
"Impossible!" Hei Wuchang went crazy, "Why are there people like you still alive on the Northern Tribulation Star?"
"What do you think?" The great wise master lowered his head, grinned, and let out a solemn and ferocious sound, and his whole face was distorted.